I had a dream
of the darkness
before sunrise.
Therein,
a woman stood
on the horizon.
Her chin held high,
she wore the morning
sun like a crown.
Her golden hair,
undone,
surrounded me,
rushing down
in waves, a river,
to cleanse the age
from my brow,
and grant me
this new morning.
Sunsets and mourning…
I will forget them… for now.
I longed for her gaze,
desperately,
and my nervous butterflies
flitted and prayed
for the same,
but before a boon
was granted,
I awakened,
and the Lady was gone.
I was angry,
but my butterflies
swore to keep
the faith.
© 2019.